Masterlist

Masterlist

Hello fellow Nat stans, my name is Jordan [any pronouns] and this is a blog I use for writing and incorrect quotes :)

Requests are open, I probably won't get to them right away but I'll write them eventually!!

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Natasha

How we were (& Melina Vostokoff)

Happy birthday, by the way (x reader)

Yelena

Take me home (& younger OC, platonic)

The end of us (& Vormir Natasha)

Wanda

Little red ❤️ (& daughter!reader)

MCU characters

We're the Avengers (Avengers high-school AU)

OCs

You let go (Red Room teen OC)

The Ethel incident (Nick Fury & teen OC, platonic)

Mountain Getaway

Natasha Romanoff x Reader

You and Natasha go on a mountain vacation together

Note: It’s just incredibly soft Nat. She’s so cozy in this one. Enjoy!

Natasha Romanoff Masterlist 1, Natasha Romanoff Masterlist 2, Main Masterlist

When you arrived at your cabin, you watched as Natasha looked around excitedly at your home for the next few days. It hits you then that Nat never really got to experience going on vacation.

You wish you would’ve suggested a trip sooner, but you’re happy to be with her here and now.

“Oh, look babe there’s a hot tub,” you say as you point to the balcony. She walks over to you and wraps her arms around your waist from behind.

“I don’t think I’ve ever been in one of those,” Natasha says. You feel her breath against your neck.

“We gotta try it, just once.”

“Hm, you just want me to get in my bathing suit, don’t you?” She teases, her nose brushes against you.

“Well, you caught me,” you laugh out. “It actually might be too cold for it,” you say.

“Does that mean it’s also too cold to ride up the mountain?” She asks, her tone a little weary.

“Oh, no baby. We’ll be fine to do that,” you assure her.

“Good. I’m excited,” she says. She drops a kiss to your neck and then moves to take your luggage to the bedroom.

After you settle in, you and Natasha decide to go for that drive up the mountains. She brought her motorcycle along with your car.

You’re a little scared of motorcycles, but with your arms around Natasha’s middle, your fingers interlocking over her leather jacket, you know you’re safe.

“Are your eyes closed, detka?” Natasha asks you as she slows down around a curve.

“No… maybe,” you admit.

You hear Natasha’s glorious laugh as she slows down even further.

“Open your eyes, y/n,” Natasha says.

“I don’t want to,” you say, burying your face in her back.

“I promise it’s worth seeing,” Nat says. You hear the motorcycle cut off. “Come on, sweetheart.”

At that sweet name, you’re putty in her hands. You open your eyes to see beautiful mountains in front of you. You’re up high enough to see the clouds around the tops.

“Oh wow,” you say.

“It’s amazing, isn’t it?” Nat asks. “You know you could see even more views like this if you kept your eyes open.”

“Probably so. I’m just a little scaredy cat,” you say. Natasha chuckles.

That night you and Natasha do end up spending some time in the hot tub. You might have stolen a few kisses, but who could blame you when your girlfriend is so stunning.

Early in the morning, you wake up to the feeling of a cold bed next to you. You roll out of bed and try to find Natasha in the cabin.

You’re running out of places to look when you finally see her outside on the balcony.

“Hey, I was looking for you baby,” you say as you open the door. It’s colder than you thought it was and you walk to her quickly.

“Sorry, I was just admiring the view. But it just got better,” she says cheesily as you sit next to her.

“You’re so cute,” you say.

She covers you with part of her blanket and you snuggle into her sweater clad arms. Nat kisses your temple and you relax against her.

“We should get married,” Nat says.

“Yeah?” You sit up and look at her.

“Yeah. I mean obviously I’m going to propose to you the right way, but I was just sitting out here thinking and you’re the one I want forever. If that’s what you want?”

“It’s exactly what I want. It would be an honor to be with you forever, Natasha,” you say. She smiles and kisses you.

“But what if I propose first?” You ask her.

“That won’t happen,” Natasha says.

“How do you know that?”

“I just do,” Natasha says. The smirk on her face tells you that you should agree.

You kiss her and snuggle into her again. You both feel the warmth of forever and it’s a perfect morning.

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Natasha: How do ethical philosophers feel about murder? Peter: Well, it’s frowned upon. Natasha: Okay, but what if the reason you want to murder someone is to make your life easier? Natasha: That’s okay, right?

This is so them

Take me home. (2)

Summary: Katya runs from Yelena

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Tags: Drowning, swearing, violence

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Katya breathes a sigh of relief as she bursts into the forest, the terrain almost easier for her to navigate than solid ground.

The other Widow isn’t far behind, she can hear her breaking twigs and occassionally stumbling, but still closing distance rapidly.

Katya’s eyes scan her surroundings, desperately looking for a way to lose her pursuer. They soon land on a muddy hill which she slides down, barely having time to move out of the way before Yelena begins gliding down it too.

“You can’t go for much longer! You’re only making this worse for yourself!” Yelena yells. She was angry and tired, and now in pain thanks to this girl.

Suddenly the sound of rushing water nears and Katya doesn’t slow, only picking up in speed if anything.

Yelena slows herself down. Obviously she could swim, if you couldn’t then you were thrown in over and over again until you taught yourself, but rapids like these were almost impossible to get through.

“You’ll drown!”

Katya slips into the river, completely dissapearing from Yelena’s view in the dark, roaring river.

“Dammit.”

It takes at least two minutes for Katya to resurface, a lot further away from a now extremely worked up Yelena.

She scrambles onto the oposite river bank, giving the older girl a smug look. Which is quickly replaced with an expression of minor alarm, and annoyance when she sees her plunge in after a few moments of hesitation.

Katya almost follows her first instinct: Run. It’s only when she sees her head bobbing up and down with her gasping for air desperately each time that she begins contemplating.

Perhaps before she had liberated herself she would have left her behind. But she’d learned things since she left, even though it had been hard to break away from her ways, and she wasn’t about to break her streak.

Katya sighs deeeply and jumps back into the river, hooking her arm around a coughing and spluttering Yelena who definitely did not know how to be rescued from drowning, onto the same river bank.

“You really don’t know when to quit, do you?” she asks, panting as they lay on the bank catching their breaths.

“Well I got across the river, didn’t I?” Yelena retorts, obviously embarrassed at having to be rescued, let alone by a younger Widow.

“I could’ve let you drown, you know.”

“Maybe you should have. Now up.” Yelena dusts herself off the best she can and removes the gun from her holster, shaking out the waterlogged weapon.

“Hm. Don’t think that’s gonna work.”

“No shit. Let’s go.”

Katya stands herself, patting herself down out of habit before remembering Yelena obviously must have searched her.

“I’m not going anywhere with you.”

Yelena laughs. “Oh, don’t be silly, Katya.”

“No.” She folds her arms.

“Ugh! Come on already, or I’ll just drag you all the way there.”

Katya stares her down, almost daring her to do something.

Yelena doesn’t think twice before throwing a blow directly to her face with the now useless gun. Katya stumbles back, clutching her bleeding nose. Both are surprised it didn’t knock her out cold.

“OW!”

Yelena grabs her by the cuff of her shirt and begins dragging her in the direction they came, her shoes slipping so much on the mud she can’t stop the older girl from tugging her along.

When they reach solid ground she wrenches free, not hesitating to kick Yelena directly in the stomach, the same spot as last time. Slightly expecting it, the blonde retaliates by kicking her in the knee.

Katya lands in the grass on her bottom, cradling her knee and the moment she tries to get back up Yelena kicks the other knee. Now trying to run is useless.

“Dammit. Fuck you!”

“Yeah, yeah.” Yelena kneels down to Katya’s level and makes eye contact with her. “Now, you either let me take you back or freeze to death out here. I’ve heard there are bears.” She adds before reaching her hand out which Katya reluctantly takes, wobbling slightly at first but quickly straightening up.

“I really should’ve left you in that damned river.” She mutters under her breath.

“You shut your little mouth.”

“You ruined everything!”

“Yeah, I get that a lot.”

“Dreykov doesn’t even give a shit about us! How are you even loyal to him?".

“Look, I’m not sure what your American vacation taught you about the power of friendship or whatever, but it’s time to come to terms with your reality, Katya.”

“But it doesn’t have to be- if I escaped, surely others could too.”

“If I weren’t under orders to take you back I would’ve shot you for even saying that.”

Katya huffs and goes quiet, the cold settling in her bones as they continue back through the forest.

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The familiar building looms over the both of the girls.

“Y’know, if you still wanted to change your mind at the last minute my apartment is still an option.” She suggests weakly, her teeth chattering.

“Nice try but I’m following my orders. And you’d probably catch hypothermia on the way.”

“Whatever.”

As soon as they step inside a pair of guards approach them.

“Katya Ostankova?”

“Yes, sir.”

The guard takes her shoulder roughly. She feels the older girl’s grip tighten on her before she’s pulled away.

“Go back to your block, Agent Belova.” The other guard says, barely acknowledging her before they lead Katya down foreign a dark hallway.

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The guard shoves Katya into what seems like a miniuature medical room, except a lot darker and with a lot more sharp tools displayed in a clear locked case.

Her eyes study the horrific sights of the room, looking for any way to escape, but there are no windows and the door is made of solid metal.

Although, a file on one of the desks catches her attention. When she opens it she’s greeted with graphic images of surgery, but the thing that disturbs her most is the name ‘Widowmaker project’.

Experiments were definitely not uncommon, but this seemed like it had been going on since before she was even born.

Her reading is interrupted by the sound of the iron door opening and none other than Alina Smirnova standing in the doorway with a wicked grin.

Alina was known as an urban legend among the junior widows - a sadistic woman who only found pleasure in the despair of others - it was rumoured that she even perfomed surgeries on conscious patients (although that was most likely untrue)

And now she was directly in front of her.

“I see you’ve been reading up, Katya.” The woman grins and shuts the door behind her.

Natasha: Eh, it's not that much blood I'll be fine.

Maria: Natasha, that shirt is supposed to be white.